Morning routine with Pickle — pure chaos

Every morning in our North York apartment: alarm goes off, Charlie starts singing. I open the cage, they fly to my shoulder. I try to make coffee, they try to steal my spoon. I eat breakfast, they eat my breakfast. I attempt to work, they sit on my keyboard. Wouldn't trade it for anything. What's YOUR morning like with your bird?

My Sky read this post over my shoulder and started nodding. I'm only slightly concerned.

I just snorted coffee out of my nose reading this. My Amazon parrot is looking at me like I've lost it.

My Lucky read this post over my shoulder and started nodding. I'm only slightly concerned.